that watermelon really makes me feel weird. like waking up in someone's house who you don't know on the floor with the paint peeling off the walls. Then you step outside only to hear the gentle howl of nothing in the air, piercing the inoccence you took refuge in before passing out. Then you go down stairs in hopes of sneaking a "soda pop" from the fridge, but from the looks of things it may be best to just find the door. No! there's no time for that!! You're really thirsty and the desire to satisfy this animalistic urge lies behind the fridge door. You creep over to this decaying mauled, but still running beast of a fridge, tucked away in the corner of the kitchen like some abused red headed step child. With fear gripping your fingers like a meat grinder with rusty gears, you ask yourself "wot if there is no pop in the fridge?".............. that kinda feeling weird.
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2006 11:16:35 GMT -5 by Sniglet